I couldn't believe what was happening. She took my hand and led me out of the car and into her dorm. My head was spinning and my knees were weak. I fe...t my panties sticking to my pussy. We entered her room and she immediately locked the door behind us. We drew close and clumsily began undressing each other. She threw off her panties and moved me to the bed. I still had my skirt on but she laid me down on the bed and slid my panties and panty hose off at the same time. For the next fifteen. Taylor was about six months older than me so while we were in the same grade she turned sixteen well before I did. She also was ahead of me in one other important area, she had a steady boyfriend. So, I always listened closely when we talked about boys and sex and stuff, which was almost all the time. Well, it was all the time, really. Anyway, we were talking about sex and she was telling me how they had slowly began kissing, then on to a little feeling around, like his hands on her boobs, then. ‘I’ve read you case notes from your previous two Psychologists, you don’t think much of us, do you?’ ‘You could say that, the last one, honestly, if he’d left his hand on my knee a second longer I would have shoved his teeth so far down his throat that he would have to stick his toothbrush up his arse to clean them.’ ‘I gathered that you weren’t happy with him. I promise not to put my hand on your knee or say anything stupid like, ‘I know where you’re coming from’.’ ‘Did he actually write that. “Oh shush, idiot! I don’t think we’ll be Mistress-slave so just call me ‘Shoheli’,” she said and pulled my face down and kissed me again. “Yes Mistress… I mean Shoheli”, I said, flustered at the weird turn of events. The smell of the alcohol made me assume she was quite drunk to understand what she was saying but I knew I had to play along. She didn’t respond but just leaned back and laughed out loud for a few seconds and finally simmering it down to a giggle. I just stood there, transfixed by.